When I was in middle school and high school I used to write a lot of poetry, not that it was great but I enjoyed expressing myself that way. Now I don’t do it, but maybe once or twice a year and it is a fleeting thing that normally gets thrown out and never sees the light of day. I’m not the best poet, I don’t really follow any rules, it’s just a way and format to express myself as feelings are rolling through me. So here is my first attempt at a poem in a while. Continue reading “I’ve Got No Energy For You Now”

As I age, I reflect on the things I want and wonder if at some point the way our capitalistic society works is working against us? Recently, in my vicinity a lot of people are pregnant or giving birth to babies, it makes me question if I will ever have the chance myself. While it pains me it made me think about how society has changed and what affects it might have on us psychologically. Continue reading “Bonds of the Future”

There is probably one word that divides us more than other words when it is mentioned. Not everyone likes to talk about it, wants to admit it, or maybe they don’t even think it exists. But to say it doesn’t exist and it can’t be talked about is like wiping your hands clean of something you know you can make a difference in. It’s knowing that if you thought really hard about it, it is a part of your daily life, whether you want to admit it or not. So let’s talk a little about that word. Continue reading “Let's Address the P Word.”

Before I even get started I already know my mother is going to say, “Watch your fuckin’ mouth your grandparents read this!” Yes, I know, thanks for the warning mom.

Today as I was leaving work I had this fantastical conversation in my head. Fucking marvelous! What was it? The correlation between language use and its fucking relationships. It was a pretty brilliant conversation and now I need to recall what I was thinking three hours ago, so shit let’s try and recall some of that. Continue reading “Language Use and Its Fucking Relationships”

I always wondered how we form our political beliefs. I realized for me it always stems from those closest to us or someone we have interacted with on a regular basis. The good old dream is to live in a house with a white picket fence. The fence is really symbolic of a lot of things if you dive into it. It draws a clear line of what is mine and what is everyone else’s. It alerts others by letting them know you are not welcome here. Continue reading “Beyond the Fence”

Imagine a national anthem playing in the background and the majority doing their part standing and reciting that anthem by heart. Do you see someone deviating from the norm? If so what are they doing? Are they sitting? Kneeling? Standing in silence? Did you imagine the last round of sports stars inspired by Colin Kaepernick? Did you imagine a person standing in silence? Did you judge them? Can you see their face? Who do you see? Continue reading “In Silence I Stand”